How are your gardening skills? I tend to have a black thumb, but I do like a bit of pruning, so when a friend asked me to help prune her very tall, very laden lemon tree I jumped at the chance. I took over our pruning saw, got out the ladder and proceeded to do…

When life gives you lemons, make lemon curd, not lemonade! Surely lemon curd is superior, after all it stores well and makes an excellent, potable gift! Aside from the obvious (eating it straight out of the jar), it’s great for slathering on toast, piling on fresh scones with cream, gilding a cheesecake, spooning into little…

It’s definitely winter. The weather is completely and utterly freezing (for these parts), there are rumours of snow, and all I can think about is greasy hamburgers and chocolate self-saucing pudding. I should probably take up running, to get moving, you know – to keep warm. But who wants to go outside? I’d rather curl up…

It was my birthday last month, and though I chose not to share the day with a crowd, it was special because it was shared with my boys. We have a favourite place to visit on special occasions, and this year was no different. We had missed going there on Mother’s Day, so opted to…

What’s your favourite meal when eating out? Mine would have to be breakfast slash brunch; I love the places that serve it all day! Whenever we stop at a café or restaurant for lunch, I always scope out the breakfast menu first… Should I have pancakes or Belgian Waffles with cream? Perhaps scrambled eggs on…

So, I’m making soups these days… Very strange! What’s happening to me? I’m becoming like my mother (not such a bad thing). She used to make soup ALL.THE.TIME… which is possibly the reason I deferred it for so long! We lived in Tasmania, by far the coldest state in the country. Neither of my parents…

The sky is low, the clouds are mean, A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day How someone treated him; Nature, like us, is sometimes caught Without her diadem. The Sky is Low, The Clouds are Mean by Emily Dickinson…